Life as a 24hr Emergency locksmith is often boring, and mainly consists of getting drunks back into their flats, or securing properties that have been broken into. But occasionally something different comes along to liven up the day.
On mid-week morning a few weeks back, I got a call from a woman who was having problems with a padlock. It was a little bit outside my normal area, but once she'd agreed to my call out fee, I drove to the address in a leafy area of North London. The flat was on the top floor of a large Victorian house, pressing the intercom by the front door, I was buzzed into the property. The whole place reeked of money, and after climbing the stairs with its deep pile carpet, I rang the bell of the flat, and the door was opened slightly by the woman who had called me earlier.
To be honest, I was rather taken aback. As her voice had made me think she was older than she in fact was. She was a tall very attractive blonde in her late twenties with a slight accent, I later found out was German. Once she was sure who I was she ushered me inside and quickly shut the door behind me.
She was quite tall even though she was in her bare feet, and was wearing a large fluffy white dressing gown. She had a very pretty face with short blonde hair, and seem quite agitated. I asked her where the padlock was and she responded by opening the gown.
To say I was shocked would be an understatement, under the gown she was wearing a tight grey crop-top, with no bra. But even though her nipples were pierced and clearly showed through the material, my attention was riveted not on them, but on the only other item she was wearing...a chastity belt!!
She explained that she and her boyfriend enjoyed role-play and BDSM, and earlier that morning after one such a session, he had locked her in the belt while she was tied to the bed. Then gone off on a business trip for a few days. Apparently he had accused her of flirting with his friends and said he couldn't trust her while he was away. She claimed to be totally innocent, but the twinkle in her eyes, and the saucy smile she flashed me, made me think he was probably correct. She'd managed to untie herself, as the knots had been purposely loose, but couldn't unlock the belt, hence the call to me.
I got her to sit on the edge of her bed, while I knelt between her thighs and examined the lock on the front. It was a cheap far-eastern one, made more for show than any security, but without the key still quite effective. I took a lock pick to open it, and to steady it slipped my other hand under the edge of the belt, but jumped when my knuckles touched a bare pussy underneath. She giggled, but didn't pull away. So I went back to work, and soon there was a click and the lock opened.
She stood up and threw off the chastity belt, and I was faced with a waxed and aroused pussy inches in front of my face. I looked up to see her smiling at me, with that wicked grin, and thought I'd never have a chance like this again. So, I grabbed her firm buttocks in my hands and buried my face in her wet folds. She said something I didn't understand and put her hands in my hair forcing my mouth hard against her labia. Then overbalanced and fell back on the bed spreading her thighs.
